Okay, I saw this pic while scanning the headlines:
I’m not going to bother with a link to the article because it isn’t relevant — the guy is semi-famous for being on some soft-core porno reality show in Britishland, ergo of no interest to me or to my Readers.
But I have to ask: is wearing what looks like a chick’s sport bra just to show off your flat stomach not the gayest thing since Elton John’s wedding?
Wait a minute… this tool said this in Plano? Plano, TEXAS?
A former Democratic candidate for local office in Plano, Texas is warning Trump supporters – If he sees anybody wearing MAGA hats in public he’s going to hit them with a profanity-laced tirade.
…and even though I don’t like to wear baseball caps, now I have to get one, just on the off-chance. Or maybe one of these… oh yes, baby:
I just wish I knew where this little weasel hangs out so I could go there after the thing’s been delivered. The Notions Department at Target, no doubt, given his self-description.
Stirling Morris, a self-described feminist, LGBTQ supporter, and ‘global citizen,’ took to Twitter to express random disdain for Deplorables whom he describes as “racist, xenophobic, homophobic, misogynistic, bigoted hate-mongers.”
Oh sweetheart… you don’t know what hate is. Or a “profanity-laced tirade”, for that matter. But you will.
Pity the fool.
I was going to write something about this topic, but Brendan O’Neill got there first, and did it perfectly.
Read the whole thing.
Update: Nobody seems to have noticed the “classical reference” in both the title and O’Neill’s enjoinder. It’s taken from a Cheech & Chong sketch from the late 1970s (I think it’s the Big Bambu album) which satirizes a British punk band. And, of course, the “Reg” here is Elton John’s real first name.
Whenever politicians (especially presidents) suggest that citizens should just “turn in” their guns to the authorities, my response is always, “You first”.
In other words, you forego your own guns, and disarm your security details first. (And for the police chiefs who buy into this bullshit: first disarm all your police officers, especially your SWAT teams with those evil military-style weapons; let’s see how that works out.)
Fortunately, thanks to some excellent reporting, I can now say that at least one group of brave politicians is following my suggestion.
Democratic National Committee spokesperson Michael Tyler announced Thursday that all candidates who run in the 2020 presidential election as Democrats will completely forego armed security for the entirety of their campaigns, in a clear and bold stance against gun violence in America.
As the title of this post suggests…
Saw this on Insty’s sidebar not long ago, and it stopped me in my tracks:
I have seen some ugly shit in my time, but these so-called “Newchic” things are Hillary-grade hideous. Somebody elucidate the concept to me, because I must be missing something. “Fugly” doesn’t begin to describe them.
Of course, if these are The Most Comfortable Shoes Evah, then I stand rebuked.
In Britishland, there’s a grocery delivery service called OCADO, and just to set this rant up, here’s a customer’s story:
Ocado, the online supermarket, had a suggestion for me recently. I’d got to the point of paying for my weekly groceries when a suggestion popped up on the website page.
‘Swap the products below and you could save 1,216 calories,’ it promised, suggesting I substitute ordinary coconut milk for a reduced-fat version.
It wasn’t the only ‘handy’ tip. I’d need to run for just over two hours, or walk for more than six hours to burn off the calories I’d be consuming should I stick to my original choice, I was reliably informed.
Of course, Ocado isn’t unique. It’s almost impossible to walk down the high street without seeing something suggesting we’re all too fat and need to eat less. Wetherspoons, Pizza Express, Nandos and Wagamama now display calorie counts on their menus.
In May, the Government announced that this scheme would be extended to smaller local restaurants and popular takeaway joints.
And the word “Government” is what triggered me.
Because I think (and I don’t think I’m being overly suspicious here) that with this kind of fucking intrusive software, it’s only a question of time before the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) incorporates snooping software into your household purchases and as with All Things Government, what starts off as a “guideline” somehow always seems to end up “compulsory”.
We all know that Corporate America is only too ready to lick the hands that enslave others, so if HHS (or the poxy CDC — talk about mission creep) decides, For Our Own Good (of course), that we should be hectored into reducing this or that in our diets; or that (even better) we should be prevented from buying doubleplusungood products (e.g. cigarettes, booze or Hostess Twinkies) — why, it would be A Good Thing.
Just not for us. But Visa/MasterCard/Amex/Shylock Inc. would be glad to oblige the Gummint, lest said Gummint do things with laws that take chunks out of the banks’ bottom line.
I’m not ready for that Big Brother shit, and I suspect I’m not alone in this.
And by the way, when I wrote Prime Target in 2012, I tried to imagine the most outrageous, far-fetched and outlandish government-run data mining scenario possible. Less than two years later it was out of date, and the federal alphabet agencies (along with their lickspittles at Google and FaceBook) were strip-mining the most intimate details of people’s lives for their own advantage.
So here’s a little warning to all of these cocksuckers: the minute I see this shit starting in my private affairs, I’ll quit using the service altogether, no matter what the inconvenience may be.
I also need to start stockpiling cash and other kinds of currency against the day. Fuckers.